It rained through the night and I woke up feeling like I could have had a few more hours, an extensive day of walking, climbing scrambling and dog carrying had done me in. An unzipped tent door revealed a cool grey cloudy morning with a sky that promised more drizzle, all signs were pointing towards […]Read more "The Scrambling Stags of Scarba: pt 3"
Day 2 A thin layer of frost had formed on the tents by sunrise, the night had been cold enough to warrant making a hot drink in the small hours to warm up again. Personally, I love a cold night in a tent, with the right gear you can usually wrap up and get cosy, […]Read more "The Scrambling Stags of Scarba: pt 2"
Day 1 Barely three months had passed since James and I had visited the west coast of Jura, during our four day escapade we had been pounded by the elements as we scrambled and stumbled over unrelenting tussocky sodden hills. Our efforts were rewarded with some great bothies and wild camps and of the course […]Read more "The Scrambling Stags of Scarba"